At my job, I’m lucky enough to have a lot of leeway in what I do when. Generally, there are certain numbers of weekly or monthly things that I have to do and my boss doesn’t care what order I do them in so long as most of them are done by the end of the week and the ones that aren’t can sit until Monday. So if I get an emergency call and have to go take care of somebody in one of the rarely-used labs, he expresses envy that he doesn’t get sent across town anymore.
This week is not like that.
“AUGH WE’VE GOT A FIRE AND WE’VE GOT A DEADLINE AND WE NEED EVERYBODY TO WORK ON THIS CRAZY PROBLEM!”
“We just got a call from the off-site research lab. They say that they can’t find the instructions to pour the water out of the boot.”
“Tell them that you’ll go over there in a week or two.”
So off-site gets email support until the fire is out. “I’m pretty sure that the instructions are on the heel.” “Can you guys just come out here?”
So the rest of this week will be devoted to firefighting and, maybe, we’ll be able to chill out enough to get back to the whole “just get it done by Friday” thing next week some time.
As such, this weekend will be devoted to trying to generate more energy to make up for that which was lost this week as well as generate some extra for the coming one (which is likely to be just as crazy).
Which basically entails sitting in a dark basement and then, on Sunday night, going to watch The Royal Rumble and enjoying a feast of the wings from the good wing place.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)